The phoenix

Born of flame in Araby
Ruby wings are beating.
Servant of Ra, millions believed
Flashing plumes of hundred suns.

Taking flight, it burns the night.

Ancient now, fading fast,
Quickly, make a funeral pyre.
There enclosed, a tomb of twigs
Waiting for the day to come.

Dawn’s first rays set the bird ablaze.

Alive! Can’t take my soul tonight.
Alive! You can’t leave me to die.
Alive! Out of the ashes rise.
Alive! The Phoenix never dies.

On to the City of the Sun
As it soars against the sky
To proffer an egg of myrrh
The Phoenix never dies!

Alive! Can’t take my soul tonight.
Alive! You can’t leave me to die.
Alive! Out of the ashes rise.
Alive! The Phoenix never dies.